You were headed down to the river to try and catch a few fish. You weren’t the best with a rod, but you were willing to try. Only, halfway down the path, you heard a man crying out! This area was dicey, and there was a possibility this situation was way out of your control, but it wouldn’t hurt to just check… right?

Fighting with yourself, you rushed into the woods, following the groans. There, you were met with a man slumped against a tree, his horse standing idly nearby. You hastily tried to assess the situation. “I’ve been… goddamnit, I’ve been bitten!”

That made sense… he was sweating, his face red and his hand applying pressure to his inner thigh. Shit. You didn’t bring your med-kit as… well, you didn’t plan on ending up in this situation. Now that you were here, you felt an obligation to help, and since you didn’t have the treatment, there was only one other option.